Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1887-09-22
"A Stolen Ride.

GIVE talked to you until I'm tired,
Cornella Ann p said Mrs. Boxwood.
Cornelia Ann thought that might very
possibly be. Mrs Boxwood had fire.
quently talked to her, until she-Cor-
nelia Ann, rs we'll as the old lady-was
tired also. And she knew likewise that
when Mrs. Boxwood called her Cornell
ia Ann, instead Of "Conny,' she was
very angry indeed.
Il didn't mean any harm aunty,"
murmnrel, Cornelia Ann hanging down
her head.
"Mean." echoed Mrs. Boxwood.-
"and you girls dressed up a pumpkin
headed ghost to trihten Deacon Hubbard
at the end of the lane, and filling old
Mrs Higgins bonnet with burdock burrs
and putting an old almanac inside FL.
der IIopgoods sermon cover, so that
when he opened it to preachin he was
clean tlambergastel out of his senses ~
"Wcll, but aunty," argued the cul-
prit, che said that Lulu and were lost
wretches and would certainly be cast
into perdition. lie hadn't any business
to say that And Mrs. Higgins told
you that Lulu and l helped the boys to
lock out the schoolma am, and it wasn't
true. We hadn thing to do with it..
It's bad enough to be blamed for the
mischief taht we do, without any aldi-
tional accusation, she added with II pout.
'And hopc-yes, | do-that she had
an awful time gettm' the burrs out Of
her old tow.colorcl wig AS for Der.
con Hubbarl,w we all know that he says
there isn't any such things as ghosts ;
so why need he be afraid Of IL pumpkin
on the end of q pole, with white sheet
wrapped around it? And I'm afraid,
aunty,' she added, with a roguish spar.
kle in her eyes, that he's coming here
to carry you Off And, for all you
scold at us SO much, Lulu and | don't
want to lose you y
LA, child, sad Mrs. Boxwood, high
ly tlattered, 81 never thought of such
q thing! amt going to change nv
widowed condition at any time O life,
not for all the deacons going. But l
am surprised, Comfy
At this stage Of affairs, however, Mrs.
Boxwood WIS called away, and Couny
made her rejoicing escape.
Conny was no brand from the burn.
ing, no double eyed assassin, but simply
a wild romp. who never paused to con.
slider whether or no she was going too
far in her mad escapale or not.
Some of the neighbors called her
handsome.
"She has checks like an apple-blos-
som, said Mrs. Philips, "and Inever did
see such eyes They're the lovelest
blue, and they sparkle like damon DIS
when she gets to talking
And others pronounced her as plain
as pike staff. so that Conny really did
not quite know what to think of her
self.
Squire Danna an old friend Of her
father, laughed himself red in the face
when he heard of her wild trolics.
"Let her alone said he-"let her
alone. She'll come out all right. It's
the most valuable flies that gallop the
hardest in pasture when they'r 're:young.'
And Elder Hopgood declared, with
a melancholy groan, that Cornella Ann
Boxwood was certainly on the high
road to destruction if ever girl was.
On this prStlcular day Conny went
out with sigh of relief.
The level, crimson sun seemed to
rest a moment on the top of the western
woods before disappearing.
"It's very hard to be scoIded all the
tine," said she to herself. 81 will have
IA little walk to rest myself from Aunt
Boxwoods $ household cares and labors
and the stocking-darning must wait un-
| til tomorrow.